Better mind it

October 7, 2015 § Leave a comment

When they said we only use 7% of our brains.

I wondered why and how come?

But I soon learned that they were wrong.

We do not control the brain, its actually the other way round.

But when you step back and look at how it works. It’s just amazing.

It’s the perfect predator and extremely cautious.

I learned that it can be controlled.

And most importantly I learned that we are only 7% ‘conscious’ of our minds.

Imagine, the answers of the universe

And beyond, hidden right inside us.

Isn’t that the working of a god.

That ultimate being. That endless creativity.

Where there is no death but only transcendence.

To understand that and realize, that god after all is within us.

Just imagine. We are only 7% realized to the Gods we could be.

That’s what they meant,

When they said we only use 7% of our brain.

The good night

July 21, 2015 § 4 Comments

The nights are sweeter.
It is a time when,
my thoughts are clear.

The dark hour
is where I find
everything bright.

I go to far places.
Above mountains
and below seas.

Fly through the clouds
and stare at the sun.
I then turn to see, me
in my own skin.

I see through faces
Black and white.
And think of ways
To make things right.

In these waning hours,
While I count the stars,
Waiting for the rebirth,
Eons of thoughts pass.

A view from above

July 17, 2015 § 3 Comments


A carpet of amber lights,
spread in the dark night.

What was once a small settlement,
moving now like an army of ants.

Below is of choice
Of life, stuck in mundane.

But from above,
It’s a wonder.

Golden sea on one side
And crimson on the other.

Seamlessly they draw awe,
From that absolute k-os.

Cigarette’s smoke

July 17, 2015 § Leave a comment

Your life is nothing but
A cigarette’s smoke.

It doesn’t exist
until you create it.

It is that moment
when you suck
Fire, and become
It’s creator.

You give it life.
You let it free.

And it exists
only for that moment.

That single moment, a
Matter seconds.

And it vanishes,
In to thin air.

And you are nothing
But a cigarette’s smoke

Nasty little vampire

July 15, 2015 § Leave a comment

It came and sat on my arm.
I felt a little pinch,
I felt a little itch. 
And I wondered how a thing of that little size,
Could make me twitch .
First I felt its touch
Then its pierce.
Then I felt it enter my skin 
And I felt it suck my blood.
I did the only thing I could.
I raised my arm,
I hit it with a thud!
The joys of killing Mosquitos 
Knows no boundaries.

Walk talking

June 8, 2015 § Leave a comment

Do you like to take a walk?

I like to take a walk. Walking makes me think. It let’s my mind wander. Wander not aimlessly, but with a purpose. A purpose of reconciliation. It makes my mind think, unthink, and rethink. It’s 1-2 pattern slows down time. It makes me see the world around. And think what it could have been. If not of our selfish greed. But a good walk cures even a disturbed mind.

But where do we walk anymore.

Life is going at a speed where people live in patterns. Where their minds are registered with pre-decided aims. Aims that are designed as black holes.

No. Life is not made for men who are in a hurry. It’s not for the ones who think it’s somewhere far beyond.

It’s not somewhere else. It’s right where you left it. It doesn’t go anywhere. It waits. For men who see the world for not what is, but what it could be.

So take a walk, every time you have a troubled mind. 

Life is better slow. 

Let’s go somwhere

June 7, 2015 § Leave a comment

Travel, I recently found out is an exciting experience.

And to do that, how wonderful it is to be with people who you give a fuck about. Because that is all that matters, right?

A bond that will become a travelling space. An atomosphere that breaks all rules. An ambience with so much optimism and celebration of freedom. A feeling almost too addictive.

Addictive, only because of the lives we live in this conditioned world. Travelling, is the push our hearts are ache. An inspiration that keeps us sane. And an experience that could make a change. Travelling is a wise teacher, who doesn’t talk you through life, but who takes you through it. And make you face it. It works your mind and opens it. It makes you think and act more intelligent. 

Travelling makes you see the world not as a sale, but as a sanctuary. All is free, and that includes suffering. But the wise knows that it’s not a pain when we progress.

Yes, travelling is progress. So don’t let her wait. She is your wife and she’ll make you pay.